Incarceration

brothervilheim

 

Constantly feeding the abyss inside to quell the feelings lonely

 a wave breaking over rocks eternally that is my psyche

Feebly pushing against the primal storms of nature that surround me

Laughs echo round the recess of my mind like thunder and lightning swelling my melancholy.

This isn't how it was supposed to be, the walls I put up to protect me, have stranded my emotions in a psychological penal colony.

With guilt the one commodity

A hell of my own creation one without hope of liberation

The tears of this clown my libation

Counting down to incineration

With the heart of a coward thinking is this the only way to beat my self imposed incarceration.

 

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  • Goldfinch60

    There will be a door in that incarceration and when you find it the freedom and joy of your world will be boundless.

    Andy

    • brothervilheim

      Even finding the door, one has to be brave enough to take the step through it, I'm not entirely sure I am.
      Thank you for reading it means a lot.

    • L. B. Mek

      'Feebly pushing against
      the primal storms of nature that surround me
      Laughs echo round the recess of my mind
      like thunder and lightning swelling my melancholy.'
      wonderfully, crisp and clear imagery
      reinforcing the poems voice and message
      than distracting us - from it..
      a great read, thanks for sharing dear poet



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